It wouldn't be fair to call this an intellectual contest//
cuz you couldn't compare to all this textual context//
If we always allowed sway'd votes, then you'd be king//
So I'm proud to flow once more for this Lord of the Ring//
you wanna spit fast like me, n'release instead of pre-write'n//
like wiplash your neck snaps back from these I'm recite'n//
only reason I'm back, is cuz of the fact I was robbed//
which as wack, as watch'n America Attacks with Lou Dobbs//
your heart throbbs, for this Canuck to show how it's done//
and with luck, you know it's what you was on when ya won//
look son, i've been where your at, you gotta try be the best//
instead of headed in the direction, of wonder'n why you tried to contest//
and in the end, you'll relize be'n a textcee ain't pay'n the bills//
and in my eyes, if you wuz an emcee, same thing, you ain't spray'n no skills//
and kills me to see, that you think your all bad now.....please!//
here's a late gift from me.........think it's called mad cow.....disease.//


sorry gotta go back to work. G/L

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